For justprompts Thunderstruck - AC/DC
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder)
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck
Went down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
There were always moments in everyone’s life where they knew they were doing something they shouldn’t. Rosie had realized that miles earlier but as she watched her father’s big rig pulling away she knew there was no turning back. The truck was out of sight on the highway before she turned to the arena. For a time she hesitated. Here she was, in Texas, just turned 20 and had no way back home to Florida. Rosie felt the crushing reality of her choices but it was all burned away to a memory when she saw the big light board flashing AC/DC on it.
The smile grew as she walked toward the arena. It had taken bribery, money and everything she had to get here with a backstage pass. When she arrived at the backstage door she fished in her purse for that piece of laminated paper that would get her one step closer to the man she had to have. After a frustrating minute of searching her bag Rosie produced the all black pass with a barely visible gray logo on it. The pass satisfied security and she was let inside.
Her nerves jittered so much her hands had gone cold. She felt faint. It wasn’t the power or the fame or anything short of the man who was somewhere in this arena. He made her heart pound in her ears when he sang and the thought of his touch nearly toppled her where she stood in the hall. Collecting her thoughts she walked ahead to check out the sign. One arrow pointed down a hall toward the dressing room. That was the way Rosie went. People were moving past with guitars and orders. She had only been backstage for a few concerts but she had quickly become accustom to the bustle. Someone recognized her and said hi. It took a glance over her shoulder to realize it was Malcolm.
Seeing one of the band brought back the fainting feeling. This was not something she had ever felt for anyone, anywhere at any time. The dressing room door was open and she stepped in listening and looking around. She didn’t hear his voice at first. In fact, the room was deserted. A glance at the door was unfounded when she heard the scream. It was Jonna’s way before a concert to yip and yell. It got him in the mood. Rosie’s mind had already passed his voice to the low sound she heard. It had been there before but it was only now that the sound was identified. He was showering.
Rosie slipped the bag off of her shoulder. She left it beside Jonna’s things and made her way toward the sound. Around the back and through a door into the showering area. Steam was rolling toward her even though the sound of water disappeared. It was replaced by a mumbled singing as Jonna went over the lyrics. Rosie had made it three steps into the room. Her eyes were on the mirror checking over her hair when she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes.
Jonna had stepped out, dripping water and toweling his hair. His head was down and she was still unnoticed. Rosie gasped and realized she had instantly become as wet as he looked. Her hand sought out the sink to hold her feet beneath her. This was why she was here. He didn’t have to do anything but stand there. He had taken a few steps toward her from the shower but Rosie couldn’t find her voice. The sight of him was enough to nearly bring on an orgasm. It didn’t seem possible but Rosie felt it. She cursed her decision to skip panties when she felt wetness on her inner thigh.
Rosie didn’t know she was spotted until the quiet singing stopped. Jonna stood there holding his towel with a confused look. She felt flush and hot even if his gaze was completely free of the usual lurid looks. Rosie felt shy for the first time she could remember.
“Eh? You following me?” He joked, always did.
The words still didn’t come but a bright, hot blush did. She licked her lips. They felt dry despite the dampness of the room. “Gonna complain iffin’ I am?”
He laughed at her comment with that sparkle of deviousness he had from time to time. “Think I’m complaining?”
“No.” She pushed off the sink to approach him. She needed a kiss. “I think ya gotta be happy ta see me.”
She pushed a few stray, wet strands of hair away from his face. A thought came and went about falling to her knees and begging to be taken. He must have picked up on it from the way she was staring because as her eyes dropped she could see that it wasn’t only her body reacting to them being in a room together, alone.
“Got me gig to get ready for.” Jonna walked passed her to his clothes. He was right but it didn’t stop her from turning to watch him dress. “Got good seats me pet?”
Rosie didn’t remember. She had to look at her ticket. “Sittin’ first row seat 22.”
“Aye right by the front.”
Rosie stood dumbfounded as he slid into those tight pale blue jeans. They were too tight for any thought but grabbing his ass. If he had been anywhere but the other end of the room she would have. The soccer jersey style Harley shirt and cap made him irresistible. Undressed was bad, dressed was worse but her mind was on the point after the concert. Dressed in those tight jeans and sweating was what she couldn’t resist.
“Ya. Wanted ta be close as I can.” Rosie could think of something much better and closer to front row. “Gonna see ya after the show?”
Jonna looked up from tying his shoes for a long time before nodding. “You know, come all this way to see me.”
“I did.” Rosie couldn’t stay away. As he stood to check the way his shoes felt, another routine, Rosie grabbed him and took a kiss. Her whole insides felt twisted up and tight. Her hands were on those tight jeans and they felt better than they looked.
“Rosie!” He pulled away from her pressing kiss.
“Ya gotta go?” Rosie smiled all too slyly. “Got any plans after the show?”
“Got me a pretty, young girl. You should she her. She’s got the biggest..”
Rosie felt a spike of jealousy before she realized he was talking about her. A giggle escaped before she could stop it. “She got the biggest crush on ya?”
“Aye.” Jonna smiled but he was walking toward the door. She watched before following. He hummed physically before a show. She could almost feel it and it certainly did nothing for the aching she’d be enduring for the next several hours.
“Iffin’ ya ask real nice bet she’d do ya some good.” Rosie really couldn’t stand how much she wanted him. Jonna paused to fix his cap in the mirror but his eyes diverted to her. She caught the way his eyes lingered. Her whole body shivered beneath that look but the touch of his hand to her hip brought a throb in the wake of those shivers.
“After the show.”
“How long ‘til gotta start the show?” Rosie had spotted the clock. Five minutes was all she needed. Just five minutes would make her happy.
“Now. Aye, now.” Jonna had spotted the clock too. With his eyes still on it he pressed a kiss to her cleavage.
“After? Gonna be mine.” She was one step from begging. He didn’t answer but she heard the scream when he stepped out into the hall. It was a whooping yell that echoed. He was warming up his voice for the show. After the show was so long to wait. It would be one more wet concert seat and likely a race back to the hotel, wherever he was staying. Rosie shouldered her bag and followed the others out toward the front. She’d cum before then, his voice would coax that tightness away. Rosie was satisfied that he’d wait longer.
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder)
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck
Went down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
There were always moments in everyone’s life where they knew they were doing something they shouldn’t. Rosie had realized that miles earlier but as she watched her father’s big rig pulling away she knew there was no turning back. The truck was out of sight on the highway before she turned to the arena. For a time she hesitated. Here she was, in Texas, just turned 20 and had no way back home to Florida. Rosie felt the crushing reality of her choices but it was all burned away to a memory when she saw the big light board flashing AC/DC on it.
The smile grew as she walked toward the arena. It had taken bribery, money and everything she had to get here with a backstage pass. When she arrived at the backstage door she fished in her purse for that piece of laminated paper that would get her one step closer to the man she had to have. After a frustrating minute of searching her bag Rosie produced the all black pass with a barely visible gray logo on it. The pass satisfied security and she was let inside.
Her nerves jittered so much her hands had gone cold. She felt faint. It wasn’t the power or the fame or anything short of the man who was somewhere in this arena. He made her heart pound in her ears when he sang and the thought of his touch nearly toppled her where she stood in the hall. Collecting her thoughts she walked ahead to check out the sign. One arrow pointed down a hall toward the dressing room. That was the way Rosie went. People were moving past with guitars and orders. She had only been backstage for a few concerts but she had quickly become accustom to the bustle. Someone recognized her and said hi. It took a glance over her shoulder to realize it was Malcolm.
Seeing one of the band brought back the fainting feeling. This was not something she had ever felt for anyone, anywhere at any time. The dressing room door was open and she stepped in listening and looking around. She didn’t hear his voice at first. In fact, the room was deserted. A glance at the door was unfounded when she heard the scream. It was Jonna’s way before a concert to yip and yell. It got him in the mood. Rosie’s mind had already passed his voice to the low sound she heard. It had been there before but it was only now that the sound was identified. He was showering.
Rosie slipped the bag off of her shoulder. She left it beside Jonna’s things and made her way toward the sound. Around the back and through a door into the showering area. Steam was rolling toward her even though the sound of water disappeared. It was replaced by a mumbled singing as Jonna went over the lyrics. Rosie had made it three steps into the room. Her eyes were on the mirror checking over her hair when she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes.
Jonna had stepped out, dripping water and toweling his hair. His head was down and she was still unnoticed. Rosie gasped and realized she had instantly become as wet as he looked. Her hand sought out the sink to hold her feet beneath her. This was why she was here. He didn’t have to do anything but stand there. He had taken a few steps toward her from the shower but Rosie couldn’t find her voice. The sight of him was enough to nearly bring on an orgasm. It didn’t seem possible but Rosie felt it. She cursed her decision to skip panties when she felt wetness on her inner thigh.
Rosie didn’t know she was spotted until the quiet singing stopped. Jonna stood there holding his towel with a confused look. She felt flush and hot even if his gaze was completely free of the usual lurid looks. Rosie felt shy for the first time she could remember.
“Eh? You following me?” He joked, always did.
The words still didn’t come but a bright, hot blush did. She licked her lips. They felt dry despite the dampness of the room. “Gonna complain iffin’ I am?”
He laughed at her comment with that sparkle of deviousness he had from time to time. “Think I’m complaining?”
“No.” She pushed off the sink to approach him. She needed a kiss. “I think ya gotta be happy ta see me.”
She pushed a few stray, wet strands of hair away from his face. A thought came and went about falling to her knees and begging to be taken. He must have picked up on it from the way she was staring because as her eyes dropped she could see that it wasn’t only her body reacting to them being in a room together, alone.
“Got me gig to get ready for.” Jonna walked passed her to his clothes. He was right but it didn’t stop her from turning to watch him dress. “Got good seats me pet?”
Rosie didn’t remember. She had to look at her ticket. “Sittin’ first row seat 22.”
“Aye right by the front.”
Rosie stood dumbfounded as he slid into those tight pale blue jeans. They were too tight for any thought but grabbing his ass. If he had been anywhere but the other end of the room she would have. The soccer jersey style Harley shirt and cap made him irresistible. Undressed was bad, dressed was worse but her mind was on the point after the concert. Dressed in those tight jeans and sweating was what she couldn’t resist.
“Ya. Wanted ta be close as I can.” Rosie could think of something much better and closer to front row. “Gonna see ya after the show?”
Jonna looked up from tying his shoes for a long time before nodding. “You know, come all this way to see me.”
“I did.” Rosie couldn’t stay away. As he stood to check the way his shoes felt, another routine, Rosie grabbed him and took a kiss. Her whole insides felt twisted up and tight. Her hands were on those tight jeans and they felt better than they looked.
“Rosie!” He pulled away from her pressing kiss.
“Ya gotta go?” Rosie smiled all too slyly. “Got any plans after the show?”
“Got me a pretty, young girl. You should she her. She’s got the biggest..”
Rosie felt a spike of jealousy before she realized he was talking about her. A giggle escaped before she could stop it. “She got the biggest crush on ya?”
“Aye.” Jonna smiled but he was walking toward the door. She watched before following. He hummed physically before a show. She could almost feel it and it certainly did nothing for the aching she’d be enduring for the next several hours.
“Iffin’ ya ask real nice bet she’d do ya some good.” Rosie really couldn’t stand how much she wanted him. Jonna paused to fix his cap in the mirror but his eyes diverted to her. She caught the way his eyes lingered. Her whole body shivered beneath that look but the touch of his hand to her hip brought a throb in the wake of those shivers.
“After the show.”
“How long ‘til gotta start the show?” Rosie had spotted the clock. Five minutes was all she needed. Just five minutes would make her happy.
“Now. Aye, now.” Jonna had spotted the clock too. With his eyes still on it he pressed a kiss to her cleavage.
“After? Gonna be mine.” She was one step from begging. He didn’t answer but she heard the scream when he stepped out into the hall. It was a whooping yell that echoed. He was warming up his voice for the show. After the show was so long to wait. It would be one more wet concert seat and likely a race back to the hotel, wherever he was staying. Rosie shouldered her bag and followed the others out toward the front. She’d cum before then, his voice would coax that tightness away. Rosie was satisfied that he’d wait longer.